Labyrinth
I don’t understand it. . . I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster ride the whole day, but I thought I’d be ending things on a high, blissful end.
I was enlightened with some of the bedtime reflections I’ve been mulling over.
I was sick, scared, panicking, pained - but ultimately triumphant when faced with issues that immediately surfaced to test my resolve on the supposed previous enlightenment.
I was enraged at the thought that someone was once more trying to walk all over my beloved mom.
I was lonely, longing, communing with my grief, calling out to the heavens.
I was safe, smiling, comfortable, comforted, helped, held - special. It was a typical but profound night of picking through.the hopefuls and hoped for - very much one of each.
I was in touch, reaching. But was my hand taken or gently brushed aside? Was that a push or a pull? Or did I? Or is it simply the need for rest, to quiet the weary whispers of past struggles. I do hope it is, as someone used to chide me, just a case of me thinking too much. . .
I’m still missing Jenai so badly 
I need to find my way through and out of this maze of emotions.
